Cries Of The Dead

I can hear the cries of the dead

maybe it's your neighbor

beating his dog in the basement.

I can hear the cries of the dead,

muffled by the ground

but still loud enough to make it out.

monkey-webs of concrete road

disappear in time

weeds and trees that grow from seed

will cover us in time

swallowing all of the buildings

and every single piece of trash

I can hear the cries of the dead

maybe its your neighbor

playing his trumpet in the basement

I can hear the cries of the dead

muffled by the ground

but still loud enough to make a sound

You went to the mountains, true

and painted what you saw

you came back late and hid the painting

underneath our couch

and I wasnt there when you made it

but i feel like i'm there when i'm lookin' at it

oh-oh-ooowoo (x2)

I can hear the cries of the dead.

Maybe its your neighbor

beating his dog in the basement.

I can hear the cries of the dead,

muffled by the ground

but still loud enough to make it out